Effortlessly the great life-giver dismantles the frozen tranquility of the Night.
First, the immaculate tears the blue-black curtain to reveal the crimson scars of daybreak.
Soon after, her warming touch reaches the frosty moss on the trees: vapor arises.
Seeming to defy gravity, her disk of pure selflessness rises in the sky,
peeling yet further back the veil of darkness.
Her oranges,
then pinks,
then finally hues of soft blue
stretch ahead of her, as if to warn us of her impending, unbiased gaze.

She keeps us and our friends warm
just as she does the same for our enemies.
She doesn't care who you are, where you're from, what you believe,
whom you love, nor what you do at home when you think you're alone.
She just gives all of us, each day, every one of us
unbiased, unconditional, relatively unending
sustenance.